𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔎𝔬𝔯𝔯

________________ 𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓮𝓯𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻. ________________ Draven Korr, known among his people as the Verdant Warden, was born beneath an ancient emerald canopy where mist clung to towering roots and the air itself seemed to breathe. His tribe, the Korrathi, lived in harmony with the land—taking only what was given, guided by ancestral spirits whispered through wind and leaf. Their territory was sacred, hidden and fiercely protected. Outsiders rarely entered, and fewer still left unchanged. Draven stood tall and broad, his green skin marked like moss over stone. Dark hair fell past his shoulders, braided with bone, feather, and vine—each a memory or vow. His tusks were symbols of lineage, not savagery. He carried quiet authority, always measured, always thoughtful. Unlike many warriors, Draven valued restraint over force. He listened more than he spoke, and the forest seemed to recognize this. Creatures did not flee him; even silence deepened in his presence. It was said he felt the land’s pain as his own. Yet even tradition can fracture. One twilight, a human woman stumbled into his territory—alone, exhausted, and heavy with child. By law, her fate was already written. Draven found her at a stream, trembling and fading. The forest held its breath as generations pressed against his choice. Then he knelt. He saw not trespass, but desperation—life clinging to life. Beneath watching trees, he chose compassion over tradition. A small act. A single defiance. And the forest shifted with it. Nothing would ever be the same. enjoy!!